Unimportant observations

Move along now

cmykphoto42 — Thu, 23 Sep 2010 23:03:43 +0000

How can I possibly give up the blog La Pelirroja – the redhead. Well, only if something better is ahead. Which it is. After countless hours investigating, learning, working and maybe one or two small temper tantrums; I have a new website. I am proud of it. I am proud that I could learn a thing or two and more than willing to recommend the help desk at Laughing Squid for putting up with a few newbie gaffes. I actually found that I enjoyed it. Once I started designing the website, it was fun.

So, while I will no longer be posting to Lapelirroja.wordpress.com, I can not give up Unimportant Observations. That will remain the name and spirit of the blog and the new newsletter. I hope you’ll sign up for it. It would be nice if more than just my mother is interested in my new work (and I don’t plan on asking her. She is obligated, as my mother, to get my newsletter.)

Drop by then to Cate Inc. and check out the site. Photos are displayed in a more organized fashion, so I expect you’ll see something you have not before.

All the best. -Cate

From My Point of View – Chaco

cmykphoto42 — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 02:04:41 +0000

UPDATE: The blog has migrated. Yeah, because that means the new website is up and functioning. So, to see more photos of this story, please go to the new section RECENT WORK. The story will remain there for a time and will eventually migrate to another place on the site as I post new work to that particular page.

When humans live in such poverty, should animals be of concern? Is it a reflection of the state in which the people live? No food for the family. Certainly no food for the cat that hangs around, licking what ever crumb falls to the dirt.

I was kind of surprised the hungry dogs around the house have not eaten it.

El Impenetrable, Miraflores, Chaco.

A starving cat sits in the parched dirt as the shadows of the family that lives on the land are cast around it. The cat is not a pet. It lives nearby the family because that is its best chance of survival.

Ojo de Pez – Muestra

cmykphoto42 — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 17:10:30 +0000

Reserva la fecha!!

El viernes el 27 de agosto a las 19hrs, inauguramos la muestra de Ojo de Pez en la legislatura de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires. Serán fotos por los almunos de los talleres del año pasado y este año. Viene una invitacion formal más cera la fecha, con la direccion. Favor de invitarles a tus amigos también …para soportar los adolescentes.

Se puede conocer Ojo de Pez acá: Ojo de Pez

.Inked.Pierced.Marked

cmykphoto42 — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 23:34:06 +0000

UPDATE: I decided to add the book in its development process in a slide format. It can be found below the screen shot of the cover.

The title has solidified and I’m liking it more each day. I thought I’d post the cover of the project. It has been floating around on the project page with the rest of the images, but this is the FULL cover. That is, the front, the back, the spine and the two flaps (black), that make up the rest of the dusk jacket. Use your imagination to see it as a real cover.

In putting together this project I was reminded of how much I enjoy photographing people and I might just see a style and never-ending project developing. I’m already looking for the next installment. Okay, working on it, but I picked a tough one and the networking I’ve been doing for a year now has yet to get me in the door. Cross your fingers. It will be awesome.

p.s. Sorry about the moderately annoying watermark.

From my point of view

cmykphoto42 — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 00:54:54 +0000

Echo Lake, Idaho Springs, Colorado.

Rainy day in the Rocky Mountains.

Echo Lake, Idaho Springs, Colorado

on the strangeness of running

cmykphoto42 — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 01:37:51 +0000

Racing the Bolder Boulder 2010

I’ve had this in my head for quite a long time. Years I could argue. So, perhaps it is time to get it out. If I can. I choose to write as I think. In unfinished bits and phrases. In grammatically incorrect sentence structure. Jumbles of words. No real editing to speak of.

Of-course this would be better if I could actually write while running. You see, that is the point. I think clear. Crystal. I solve world problems. I can even do math (inside joke for those of you that have watched me divide a dinner check. Painful. Very painful).

Any distance runner will tell you once they get over the insanity of running. Pain. Distance. There is a high. Adrenaline kicks in. Mind wanders. I feel a hum. It is when the atoms, ions and bits that make up my body start to vibrate at the pace of the world around me. Not the city, not the cars, not the other people. I’m talking about the world. The planet. I feel the planet hum. No drug could ever get me there. Running does. Not all the time. That is part of the problem. Got to keep running to get to the hum. If not today, tomorrow.

Once I strike. Once the hum takes over, my mind is clear. My body is running. My body is propelled. Synapses in my brain have taken over the movements. I’m left largely out of it now. The rest of the gray matter has room to move. Room to think. Did I eat too much today. Should I have called my contact again. Would that be too pushy. Am I happy. What can I do to be happier. Am I any good.

I didn’t say they were all good thoughts. Just thoughts. But the strangeness of running is the ability to propel your body over a distance. Your body is unwilling at first. Then complacent. Then eager. Negativity enters the brain. It is filtered through the heart. Pounded out by the feet.

It is a washing cycle. Cleaning is important. I can only deal with so much clutter. Running pounds it out. The extra crap. The crap in general.

And what is left? Clean space. Clean board. I can write whatever I want on it. My body knows what my mind does not always accept. If I can run a 10k at over 5,200 feet and feel strong. Like it even. Look forward to doing it again next year. Then I can get through tomorrow. If I can accept, that at mile 18 in a marathon, I am a bitch. I hurt. I’m tired. But I’m not going to stop. I will finish no matter how slow I run, then it doesn’t matter how long it takes me to reach my goals. I will.

My feet. Eager and nervous to race.

If I can accept that some days I run fast and other days I run slow, but the only constant in that phrase are the words ‘I run’… well, I don’t know what that means yet. But I run. I’ll be starting the training for a marathon shortly, so maybe I’ll even figure it out soon.

That is the strangeness of running. Turn off the brain and go. Then let it wander. Pound out the crap. Leave space for something else. Run.

From my point of view ~ Grand Teton National Park

cmykphoto42 — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 04:19:54 +0000

Less rain. More sun. At least one day out of seven. Look for the silver lining.

Look up, at least.

Grand Teton National Park. Wyoming.

More photos here

Bald and Beautiful

cmykphoto42 — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 15:02:11 +0000

Another gem along the way. What a face. Totally bald, with the most beautiful structure and eyes.

Eventually you’ll be able to check out the full project on the Tattoo photo project page: Los Tatuados (more photos coming).

Thanks y Gracias

cmykphoto42 — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 23:30:16 +0000

The process is slow. I think I admitted that before. But anyway, the editing on the tattoo project is advancing. I decided to post a few pages full of images to say thanks to the individuals that allowed me to photograph them.

Thanks

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El proceso es lento. Ya les dije antes. Pero de todos modos, la redacción del proyecto de tatuajes sigue. Decidí subir unas paginas de imagenes para agradecerles a los individuos que me permitieron sacarles.

Gracias

Click here to go to the Tattoo project page. (more photos to come)

The Satisfaction in Touch

cmykphoto42 — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 13:46:49 +0000

I held it in my hands yesterday. After a year. Working sporadically at times, I’ll admit. Working in a flurry right at the end. Having it mailed to Argentina. Missing the Fedex folks the first time. Giving up my Wednesday to make sure I was home the second time.

I hesitated. I created the book in Indesign, checked the bleed and the trim and every other number a million and one times. Or more. But I hesitated. I converted it to pdf, uploaded it and sent it out of my hands to be printed. Now it was back in my hands. Physically in existence. No longer images on my computer. It was in the box. I stopped hesitating.

The cover came out as the numbers said they would. The pages also. The binding stretched gracefully as I opened it for the first time. Flipped through each page. Details were in the places I put them, the way I put them. The photos amazing. The pages smooth and the smell of a new book lingered.

It was a year’s worth of work condensed to a 75-page, 8×10 glossy package. It was the idea that sparked the project. The clothing designed by Aidana. The photo sessions with our models. The hours of post-processing, editing, re-editing, layout and design. It was a physical thing. Real. And it was satisfaction that I held in my hands yesterday.
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